LUCIANO, BIA, AITCH - BAMBA

Draped in cash (Hahaha)
You got drip but the tunes don't stick 'cah tape was wack (Woo)
On my usual shit with the cutest chick when I'm sailin' past (Yeah, yeah)
Got her boobies lifted and as for the booty, she paid some racks
Look, I squeeze five tings in the backseat, if we get chased then I'm takin' laps (Skrrt, skrrt)
'016 got you tax-free, now I can't say what I paid in tax, huh (Shh)
D-drill beat, rap beat, trap beat, everyone spun if there's Aitch on that (Trust me)
Told these fuckers exactly them man are my sons, I don't take it back (Huh), yeah, yeah
Brand new Balenci' tracks, what I'm buyin' my Munich ting (Ah-ah)
And I might just buy her a bag, depending what mood I'm in (Okay)
Pull her hair out, hit it from the back, I make my girl lose her shit (Yeah)
Got my head down, put in the work, so wet, she makin' me lose my grip (Woo)